Wounded and prisoners came streaming past in the half light. I was shocked by the dead horses and mules
It was like an enchanted land; but in the place of fairies there were thousands of little white crosses.
Smoke-black night. We stumble, fall and struggle back to our feet, warm with sweat as we sweat as we pant listlessly forward.
Behind the gardens the river Somme broke up into small canals that were the picturesque feature of Saint-Leu